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In the twist of a sweet winter morn I am buried, yet no more lifeless than the slumbering roots of this yesterday forest. Brush the snow off my eyelashes--yes, just so--and find that I am but an icy glow, transparent beneath the fairy touch of your marble lips.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
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In the twist of a sweet winter morn I am buried, yet no more lifeless than the slumbering roots of this yesterday forest. Brush the snow off my eyelashes--yes, just so--and find that I am but an icy glow, transparent beneath the fairy touch of your marble lips.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
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